or a lady shouting ‘Amen!’.
He sits at the dining table, softly chanting
verses that may make perfect sense
in a different language, another life
of which he may enjoy,
his religion, yes, his God-sent talent;
the love, peace and joy.
His dark blue bible, good as new
in English and Mandarin,
has, slipped between thin-crisp pages,
painting print-outs by Klimt.
It seems
as he hangs his head in silent obedience
as he lifts his hands in praise,
the words and thoughts are neck deep
“I will love You all my days”.
2 comments:
hey sung, just checking on you... hope u're not too stressed out with school!! xoxo
hey sung, im good...hope ur breathing thing is all well.
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